From one finished basement to another to another we move,
our Greenwich Village,
our Haight-Ashbury,
our Wrigleyville;
our Berkley coffee shop;
our LA diner;
our Texas truck stop;
our Santa Monica mall;
our Goon Docks;
our train tracks,
and the body at their end.
Our everything first,
where sometimes we watch
and sometimes we play
and sometimes we do it all,
shameless,
but knowing no better
and caring no more.